The sound of a hunting rifle filled the air. I smiled as I looked at my prize, a fat bighorner. The Redbirds, my tribe will be satisfied with the meat it will provide.
(3 hours later)
A growing sense of pride filled inside me as I got close to my tribe, and then I saw it. Columns of black smoke rising. I ran to my village and dropped to my knees when I saw the death-ridden area. Body after body of Redbirds. And then something caught my eye. A person. Going through the bodies, scavenging. I drew my 10mm pistol and aimed him down. A legionare. This far east? It couldn't be. But it was. I snuck towards the man until I was close enough to strike. One quick punch to the face and he was out.
(5 hours later)
The legionare finally woke up, I had him tied up.
"What happened to my tribe" I angrily said. The legionare smirked, "We ambushed them. It was easy." I started to grow angry, trying to control myself, but it was no use. I took my 10mm out and placed it between his eyes. I took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The legionare dropped. My name is Ryder Mason and this is my story.
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Fallout: Armageddon
FanfictionSeason 1 Fiction for the Fallout Series. Keep in mind that this version is the less detailed version that I have, so please bear with me. Thanks!
